Jul 28
Posted by the Misanthropic Hostess.

I found my thrill…

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It’s okay, I’m still thinking about Mr. Darcy as well.
I wasn’t kidding about the scones.  And because I certainly haven’t had enough of them, I’m bringing back the blueberries.  Well, dried blueberries.  Those of you scone purists may be happier with this scone recipe than last week’s frosted version.  Also a Dorie Greenspan  (slight) adaptation, this simple base would work well with any kind of dried fruit (the original calls for currents).

The method and ingredients are very similar: cold butter, …

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Jul 21
Posted by the Misanthropic Hostess.

Even Mr. Collins couldn’t ruin these: maple pecan oat scones

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One of my goals with this blog is to use it as an excuse to try new things.  Expand my culinary arsenal.  Master some mad kitchen skills.  Oh?  You got it the first time? Good.  In this spirit, the next couple of weeks will be all about scones.  Now, I’m a big fan of the idea of the scone.  Just the thought of this crumbly, slightly sweet treat brings to mind images of delicate china cups, green moors kissed by …

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Jul 14
Posted by the Misanthropic Hostess.

Vive l’bleuets!

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Yes.  We are still talking about blueberries.  And happy Bastille Day while we are at it.
I’m always game to try a new cookie recipe and so set this one aside last fall after it appeared in September’s Bon Appetit Magazine to rave reviews.  Who knows why it took me this long to get to it.
The recipe is for blueberry and cream cookies from Momofuko Milk Bar in New York.  It begins with a sort of, well, milk-crumb-streusel concoction.  Now, I …

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Jul 7
Posted by the Misanthropic Hostess.

Baluberry Muffins

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In general, words and phrases that have been purposely spelled incorrectly (usually as a means of kitschifying said word or term) earn a blanket boycott from me.  I don’t care how good the pancakes at the Koffee Kart in Manhattan Beach happen to be.  I refuse to step foot inside the place.
There is one exception. Embarrassing as it is to admit (and it’s okay, you can laugh), in our household we call blueberries baluberries.  After the Balu the cat.  You …

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